for the course of our lives ought to have a greater share of our time dedicated to it; we should, like shopboys and labourers, refuse no occasion nor omit any opportunity of drinking, and always have it in our minds.  Methinks we every day abridge and curtail the use of wine, and that the after breakfasts, dinner snatches, and collations I used to see in my father’s house, when I was a boy, were more usual and frequent then than now.

Is it that we pretend to a reformation?  Truly, no:  but it may be we are more addicted to Venus than our fathers were.  They are two exercises that thwart and hinder one another in their vigour.  Lechery weakens our stomach on the one side; and on the other sobriety renders us more spruce and amorous for the exercise of love.

’Tis wonderful what strange stories I have heard my father tell of the chastity of that age wherein he lived.  It was for him to say it, being both by art and nature cut out and finished for the service of ladies.  He spoke well and little:  ever mixing his language with some illustration out of authors most in use, especially in Spanish, and among the Spanish he whom they called Marcus Aurelius—­[ Guevara’s Golden Book of Marcus Aurelius Antoninus.]—­was ordinarily in his mouth.  His behaviour was gently grave, humble, and very modest; he was very solicitous of neatness and propriety both in his person and clothes, whether on horseback or afoot, he was monstrously punctual in his word; and of a conscience and religion generally tending rather towards superstition than otherwise.  For a man of little stature, very strong, well proportioned, and well knit; of a pleasing countenance inclining to brown, and very adroit in all noble exercises.  I have yet in the house to be seen canes poured full of lead, with which they say he exercised his arms for throwing the bar or the stone, or in fencing; and shoes with leaden soles to make him lighter for running or leaping.  Of his vaulting he has left little miracles behind him:  I have seen him when past three score laugh at our exercises, and throw himself in his furred gown into the saddle, make the tour of a table upon his thumbs and scarce ever mount the stairs into his chamber without taking three or four steps at a time.  But as to what I was speaking of before; he said there was scarce one woman of quality of ill fame in the whole province:  he would tell of strange confidences, and some of them his own, with virtuous women, free from any manner of suspicion of ill, and for his own part solemnly swore he was a virgin at his marriage; and yet it was after a long practice of arms beyond the mountains, of which wars he left us a journal under his own hand, wherein he has given a precise account from point to point of all passages, both relating to the public and to himself.  And he was, moreover, married at a well advanced maturity, in the year 1528, the three-and-thirtieth year of his age, upon his way home from Italy.  But let us return to our bottles.